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early in the fu(kin' morn'...<BR>8:39AM<P>What would be the real purpose of my takin you out<BR>because you really seem too nervous typin' skills so you SHOUT<BR>NOW I'M REALLY SCARED you really got me shakin and shit<BR>but see my scripts REAL time while your scripts illegit-<BR>I bring to you, REAL threats just disguised as a flow<BR>and develop real hate, so playboy, act like you know<BR>Uh-huh, this joint is real simple but it's just for a point<BR>and when you see me really angry, bet you choke on your own joint<BR>I mean your cock, pecker, auto fellatio, sound better?<BR>don't have to CROWN my letters, pro-found competitor<BR>I pull my shlong,piss in your taco salad then just move along<BR>knock out your web TV soil your bed sheets, g,cuz I'm just getting warm <BR>curse at you kids, if you don't have none, beat on your boyfriend then try to stab son<BR>grabbin' the other one for call you for ransom<BR>after you pay me, load up and blast one<BR>hopin' you get mad,I call ya up dad, and run down, how, after school, I throw your projects in the TRASH<BR>and then just in case he BUCKS UP, curse him out and tell him how he FUCKED UP, now his son's paying for his mistakes, his LUCKS UP... <P><BR>nice battle, Epicenter, your turn.<BR>(And remember, I'm still under your bed while you sleep, so turn that damn winnie the pooh tape and night light off)<P><P><P><P><P><P><P>"hop on a cab or two, to ya avenue to battle you" Young Z from Da Outsiders<P>"I've seen this before... he suffers from lyric enhalation. Damn you BOOCHO DA UNRAVELLA!!!!!" Dr. Clonemaker Smythe<BR>
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